Now You See Me Daniel Atlas Novels & Stories

“Are you coming with us?” Daniel smiled. A sad smile. “Of course.” “You promise?” “I promise.” He touched her forehead. “Whatever happens, you remember one thing.” “What?” “You are not a monster.” I felt something crack inside me. I stepped toward them. “Dad…” Daniel suddenly looked directly at me. My breath stopped. His eyes were staring straight into mine. Not through me. At me. As if he could actually see me. “Lena?” I froze. “You can see me?”

The door latched shut behind Jia, and she had the distinct notion that what she was feeling right now was similar to being trapped inside the gated chute of a rodeo ring with a bull pawing the ground in her direction. Difference was that Atlas Grayson looked a lot more intimidating than any bull she knew of. “How do you know Daniel?” Jia hesitated only long enough for Atlas’s eyebrows to begin furrowing. Uh-oh. “We met a while ago, just once,” she said quickly. “I haven’t seen him since.”

Ariana’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Which means there’s no neutral position anymore.” Victor looked at her. “No,” he said quietly. “There isn’t.” Across the city, Daniel stepped closer to the screen, his reflection faintly visible against the light, though it no longer felt like he was looking at himself—more like he was looking through something. “You said I was untested,” he said. The response came instantly. “You were.” Daniel tilted his head slightly. “And now?” A brief pause. Then—

The warmth that usually exists somewhere behind his eyes, that particular quality I've spent months deliberately not thinking about, is completely absent. He doesn't look at me. I'm grateful. I take my seat. I keep my face neutral. Then I see Daniel. He's in the observation seats along the far wall, relaxed, one ankle crossed over his knee, watching everything with the calm satisfaction of someone who built this room out of carefully placed words and anonymous emails and is now simply enjoying the view. Our eyes meet instantly, because of course they do. He smiles. It's small and precise and it tells me everything — he's not afraid of this room. He has no reason to be. He's the one holding t

Daniel walked closer to her and noticed that she kept staring at him as if she was trying to confirm something. “Why are you looking at me like that?” asked he. “I’ve seen you here before.” she blurted out. Daniel frowned slightly. Knowing that he would not believe her, she described the situation. “You came to the movies with a very beautiful girl.” Daniel gave a soft hum and passed the popcorn to her. He then glanced at his watch. “It’s almost time. Let’s go in.”

Noah had L⁠iam’‌s hand in one of his and‍ a mel⁠ting ice cream in the other w⁠hen‍ Daniel saw‍ him again. The sight nearly stopped him f‌rom breathing. A little b‌oy with messy dark hair, c⁠urious blue eyes⁠, and a laugh too fa‍mil⁠iar for comfort stood outside a small park café b‌eside the woman Danie‌l had spent six years tryi⁠ng to forget.

Atlas said straightly and it pissed off Commander Daniel as hsi nose flared and his eyes glowed yellow. “I’ve had enough.” It happened in seconds, Commander Daniel launching himself at Atlas who wasn’t in the least bothered with the charge in his direction. Easily Atlas moved aside but it wasn’t enough- “Atlas!!” I yelled out as Commander Daniel turned as such a high speed and throwing his hands out at Atlas in a strong punch which barely missed his face. Atlas eyes glowed blue and he repeated the act but Commander Daniel was faster and grabbed Atlas hands and threw him down into the ground. A loud quake shook up every one around them as dust floated up into the air blocking our view.

I was willing to give everything I had in exchange for his future peace and safety. I wanted to see him again, but I supposed he probably didn't want to meet me anymore. As I closed my eyes, Daniel's face appeared before me. If I could have even a single dream that included Daniel after death, then I would already be happy.

It made me so angry. I found his apartment number. My finger shook as I pressed the doorbell. I heard a chime inside. A man opened the door. It was him. **Daniel**. He looked surprised. His eyes were dark, like Mom’s. But his face was hard. He looked older than 26 in that moment. Taller than I thought. More serious.A

“Oh my God…” Daniel finished the thought, his tone steady but dark. “He’s not just alive.” A pause. “He’s the one watching us.”